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Chapter 450

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    Xiang Ziyu glanced at Xiang Nianrong, with traces of sadness, "Really?"

    "of course it's true!"

    Xiang Nianrong insisted, and then pretended to be wronged and asked, "Don't father believe in Nianrong? Don't you believe in your own daughter?"

    His eyes were watery, and he felt unspeakable grievances. Anyone who saw it would feel soft-hearted.

    This rhetorical question, the problem is a bit more serious, no matter whether Xiang Ziyu believes it or not, he has to believe it, "How can the father not believe in Nian Rong? Nian Rong is the father's little princess."

    Xiang Nianrong grinned, and reached out to Xiang Ziyu to hug, "Father is the best!"

    Xiang Ziyu took it, and Xiang Nianrong groaned on his neck, showing intimacy, goodbye, tugged on Xiang Ziyu's ears, and stroked the inconspicuous beard on his chin. Although it couldn't be seen, it was still a little hard  Yes, tricky.

    Xiang Nianrong frowned, a little displeased, after all, the queen mother didn't have a hard beard, it was soft, and had the milky scent she liked.  Her father was different, he was hard, including his arms and arms, and so was his elder brother. The ambergris on his body was light, which wasn't bad, but it didn't have the scent of milk to please her.

    With a smile on her face, Huarong quietly watched the father and daughter quarreling, and suddenly felt that the years were quiet and good, which made people happy.

    "Father"

    Xiang Nianrong scratched Xiang Ziyu's face, with sly eyes, "Can Nianrong draw?"

    Xiang Ziyu was stunned for a moment, but he didn't react, "Of course it's ok. If there's anything missing, let Eunuch Wang help you get it."

    "There is nothing missing."

    Xiang Nianrong shook his head, staring straight at Xiang Ziyu's face, as if he found something interesting, "It's just that there is a drawing board missing."

    Xiang Ziyu frowned slightly, feeling a bad premonition.

    "how to say?"

    "Um"

    Xiang Nianrong's words were as tactful as possible, "Mainlycan my son draw a picture on the face of the emperor? Draw a big tiger? It's the same as the queen mother."

    Xiang Ziyu's face suddenly darkened.

    Look, one by one is about to turn upside down.

    Xiang Nianrong panicked, but she really couldn't bear the yearning for fun things, pouted, trying to think for Xiang Ziyu's sake, "If Father feels embarrassed, Father can sleep, and when Father is asleep, read  How about Rong painting on the face of the father again? Then the father will not be embarrassed, isn't Nian Rong very smart?"

    clever?  !

    Clever you big-headed ghost!

    Xiang Ziyu secretly slandered in his heart, and quietly looked at Huarong with an embarrassed and guilty face, look, it was all a good thing she did.

    Huarong smiled apologetically, expressing her dislike.

    Then he shrugged his shoulders and signaled to Xiang Ziyu that he was helpless, and he was asking for blessings on his own.

    Xiang Ziyu sighed deeply, next to him was his wife, and in his arms was his own daughter, both of which belonged to him, so he couldn't be angry.

    "Nian Rong, actually"

    There is no way, Xiang Ziyu had no choice but to reason with her, "Drawing on the face is the same as drawing on rice paper. There is no need to draw on the face, you know?"

    "How can it be the same?!"

    Xiang Nianrong suddenly became unhappy, with a childish temper, "Father is alive, but the rice paper is dead. When drawing on rice paper, it can't move! But father can move."

    "Forehead"

    Xiang Ziyu choked, and racked his brains to think of how to dissuade him, "Nian Rong is right, but it is very disrespectful to draw pictures on other people's faces, so we can't do it.  "

    Xiang Nianrong blinked and asked, "Is the empress a disrespectful person?"

    "this"

    Xiang Ziyu was speechless for a moment. He felt like he was shooting himself in the foot with a rock. He said so many mistakes, and there were two eyes on his face that could poke two holes in him. Without looking, Xiang Ziyu knew that  It was Huarong's gaze of warning and accountability.

    "Actually Actually"

    Xiang Ziyu had a bitter face, looking for a reason in a serious manner, "Your mother's empress was playing a prank, so it's not disrespectful."

    Xiang Nianrong asked quickly, "Can Nianrong play a prank?"

    "Can't."

    Xiang Ziyu flatly refused, and by the way, answered Xiang Nianrong's next question, "Because Nianrong is a child, so it's not allowed."

    Xiang Nianrong's impatient words to refute were suddenly blocked, and his whole body seemed to be deflated, "Children, again?Child, Nian Rong is no longer a child!  Royal father is really, if you don't want to, you don't want to, every time you have to use the child's excuse to fool Nianrong!  Father is bad!  "

    "Hey! You!"

    Xiang Ziyu suddenly lost his temper, no matter how he couldn't be looked down upon by a little girl, when he got angry, his words didn't pass through his brain, and he blurted out angry words, "Who said the father didn't want to?! Come here! Who's afraid?  who!"

    Xiang Nianrong instantly turned from cloudy to sunny, showing the biggest smile, and kissed Xiang Ziyu's cheek, "I know Father is the best! Nianrong likes Father the most  "

    Xiang Ziyu smiled, "Father also likes Nianrong the most!"

    Huarong sighed faintly.  Full of sympathy and regret for Xiang Ziyu.

    Seeing Xiang Nianrong's happy appearance, the more Xiang Ziyu thought about it, the more something went wrong. He turned his head to look at Huarong, and bumped into the sympathy in her pupils before he realized it.

    Well, I got it right.

    This little girl dared to provoke herself!

    Xiang Nianrong stuck out his tongue, showing his innocence. Before Xiang Ziyu was held accountable, he had the foresight to run into Huarong's arms, seeking shelter.

    Xiang Ziyu couldn't help it. He had already said what he had said, so there was no possibility of getting it back. Besides, if he was held accountable now, wouldn't it prove that the emperor of his country was tricked by a seven-year-old girl?

    No, no, it's too embarrassing to say it.

    If you get angry again, you can only smash your teeth and swallow it in your stomach.

    Xiang Nian smiled proudly, completely ignoring Xiang Ziyu who was burning with anger, and happily pondered what kind of pattern he was going to draw for a while.

    Hua Rong glanced at Xiang Ziyu worriedly, came out to smooth things over and said, "Nian Rong, actually your father is right, drawing pictures on other people's faces is a sign of disrespect."

    Xiang Nianrong raised his head, "Is that a prank too?"

    "yes."

    Huarong affirmed Xiang Nianrong's thoughts, "So the queen mother also did something disrespectful, and painted on your face without your father's consent. This is wrong, but the queen mother now realizes her fault, so  I'm sorry. Nian Rong, acts without permission or pranks are disrespectful and wrong, and will cause harm to others. So now that Nian Rong knows, will she still do it?"

    "I"

    Xiang Nianrong hesitated for a few seconds, his heart was really tangled and scratching, "Nianrong now knows it's wrong, so he won't do it, but"

    The subject changed, "Didn't the father agree just now?" (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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